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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 10, 2007 18:21:54 GMT -5
Silas smiled wolfishly, slipping back a step to avoid contact with those ruby lips of hers. Women were his recreation, or so he had liked to think before tonight. Still, he couldn;t help but be a bit bisappointed. Her answers were completely without imagination for someone of her immortal time and ingenuity. She knew he was an assassin, yet the idea of being forced into such menial demises was more laughable then intimidating. He expected something so much more firghtening; although, the promise of a fabled siren song being used on him wasn't something he was keen on experimenting with. His smile vanished quickly, and he fixed unblinking on lyrah, completely unimpressed by her devilish stare. "Were I any lesser man I'd say you're being a tad arrogant of your situation, of course, were you any normal woman I doubt that such a statement would carry much weight. But really now, you say the fun is over? I'm curious as to why you think that way..." He trailed off, letting the familiar ripple of change spread across his skin. The volumes of his clothes filed rapidly with expanding muscle and fur, the smooth white coat bursting suddenly and all at once. The cracks and subtle shifts of bone melted away as his transformation ended, so he stood before Lyrah truly revealed, the mixture of his lupine power and his human form standing almost glowing in the dark night. He replaced both hands on his cane, again assuming the unthreatening posture he had held before, only this time his wolfish face showed no signs of submittance.
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 10, 2007 21:56:50 GMT -5
Of course Lyrah was arrogant. She was Greek, wasn't she? And an immortal being as well; she had every right to be arrogant. Inspecting a fingernail delicately, she neither accepted nor denied his claims. Out of the corner of her eye she watching him cooly. He was obviously not as easy to seduce as most men; it more than likely came from having a higher intellect. Plus, she thought with an internal sneer, Silas was not good looking enough to be used to women or their charms. He looked to be far too much of a nerd. Still, some women liked that. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his change begin. Turning to observe fully, her blue eyes watched impassively as he burst into a massive albino wolf. "Well well," she said, a smile tipping at her full lips, "it would seem we are not at all without our surprises, are we, Silas?" She knew there was something unusual about the boy from the start. And now, gazing at the wolf that towered over her, she knew what it was. And knowing gave her power over him, whether he realized it or not. "A dissappointment," she sighed, "that you seem unremitting and immune to the perfect woman." Maybe he was not into women, she pondered. In this world, anything went. Oh well. Lyrah knew how to deal with lycans.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 19, 2007 19:46:15 GMT -5
Silas laughed, first starting with a plite chuckle, and then moving right on into barking hysterics. He didn't expect her to know the irony of the situation, but it would have been delicious if she had. "Immune? Hardly. You should know after as long as you've been alive that no man is so oblivious to such charms. I simply can't jump right into such interesting persona without working most of the angles. Its against a fundamental part of my own nature to so utterly give over my will to anyone; as I'm sure Jason would also attest, assuming i knew him." He gave yet another deep bow to her, his eyes fixed on hers. He didn't really think he had anything in common with someone with Jasons reputation, but he hoped his allusion to the man would put things into betters perspective for her; Silas was more then enthralled with Lyrah, it was just a statement of fact however that he wouldn't be enslaved by her. Over confidence, maybe it could also be called, but after killing angels, demons, and just about every other creature and spirit the good earth had the coutresy to let him find, it was amusing to think that someone like Lyrah was his most devious and, for lack of better term, fun challenge.
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 21, 2007 10:29:09 GMT -5
Her deep blue eyes narrowed, becoming twin icy slits. His laughter mocked her; that she knew. Lyrah did not take kindly to that. Wolf or no, she would make sure he felt her anger, one way or another. "I am sorry to inform you, Silas, that it is against everyone's fundamental nature to give their wills to another. However, my job is to remove that choice. As much as you wish to deny it, your will is in my hands. Jason was fortunate; he found the only one who could defeat us in rhapsody. You will not find yourself so lucky," Lyrah stated as a thin, knife-like smile cut across her face. Even in her calculating state, Lyrah was inexpressively gorgeous, though a dangerous beauty. It was the same appeal one would find in a magnificent thunderstorm, or a powerful crashing wave. Beautiful and stunning, but deadly if not respected properly. And it was then that Lyrah began to sing. It was not the famed hypnotizing song; actually it could hardly be called a song at all. This was a note, a single note. She sang at a pitch few humans could detect; in lycan ears it would be overpowering and maddeningly high. Painful, in fact. Higher she crescendoed the note until Silas' cane cracked and splintered.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 22, 2007 22:59:42 GMT -5
Silas's ears flattened against his skull, the note that sprang from Lyrahs parted lips resonating with painful clarity. The wood of his cane began to vibrate until it shattered, leaving him clutching at its silver fox head in one fist. The single note burst in his ears like a crystal bell, and he grimaced. Still, it didn't hurt so much. Although knowing Lyrah for as short a time as he already did, he didn't want to put it past her that such a sound was only the beginnings of her power. Subconciously he smiled with excitement. "Impressive, Lyrah." He called over her singing, depositing the broken head of his cane into one deep pocket. "...and i'm sure the same sound has been used countless times to destroy other hapless victems of yours." With his hands free, Silas slipped them under his coat, loosing the chains coiled around his chest and waist. Lyrah was a siren, and as far as he knew, had no physical weaknesses. Nothing to exploit fully. Nothing tangible, anyway. Silently he marveled at his puzzle; always new ways of proving superiority. With a flourish and astounding speed born more from his own practice then anything gained from his wolfish transformation, he simply looped one length of chain around Lyrah's neck, bringing the cold steel loosly against the creamy skin of her throat. "Please stop; as perfect as it is, that noise is causing no end of discomfort to me."
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 23, 2007 20:35:01 GMT -5
Abruptly, she stopped. The two stood, observing each other in silence. The chains were heavy and rough against her soft skin, and Lyrah greatly disliked the feeling. The note had an effect on him, that she knew, and if she were to go higher it would leave him scrabbling on the ground begging for mercy as his sensitive eardrums were split. Holding back the devilish smile at that thought, she gazed at him. So that was the reason for the trenchcoat. "An interesting way of fighting, Silas, to have chains around yourself. I would imagine they also act quite well as protection against swords and knives, don't they?" Lyrah purred, coming closer to him. Though the reaction of the chained would initially be to flee, to fight the entanglement, Lyrah did no such thing. Fear was not in her business, at least not for her. "But nothing can protect against anything," she continued, her baby blue eyes drilling into his like twin gems. Slowly she began to hum, swaying a bit, not enough to completely take over him, but enough to relax and dull the senses. Lycans were actually easy to ensnare; their hearing attributed to that. Before long she would have him following her like...well, a dog.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 29, 2007 21:04:25 GMT -5
Silas's grin widened. Lyrah knew her stuff at least. His ears picked up every nuance and subtle note in her song, picked out every tiny under current and flow of its magic better then any humans would have. To anyone, it would have been irresistablly alluring. To him, it was noise. With a little tug on the chain around her neck, Silas brough the cold steel tighter around her windpipe. Not enough to choke her, but enough to reminded her of where she stood. "Thats very pretty, dear Lyrah, but its not appriopriate for right now." Talking cleared his head, surprisingly. She had gotten to him. He had heard her song maybe a bit too clearly. The tiny taint of her infulance on his mind was still there, but he hoped it wouldn't get worse. It had been close.
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Post by Lyrah on Nov 30, 2007 0:03:53 GMT -5
Her blue eyes glittered with dangerous innocence. He had a strong mind. Any weaker would have been dulled a bit by her humming. But now, with the chains around her neck, she stopped, gazing at him. The only sound now was the gentle crash and swirl of the waves on the beach. The whisper of a breeze contributed a few soft notes, ruffling their hair just barely. "No?" she said, unafraid, "then what would be appropriate, Silas? I am perfectly open to suggestions." She had a few of her own, actually. But now, she let him be in control of the situation. Lyrah didn't want him badly enough to try incredibly hard to seduce him. It would be most interesting to hear what he was thinking. Probably what most men would be thinking when confronted with a perfect woman. A soft smile played at her full lips as she kept her gaze intoxicatingly on his.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 30, 2007 21:28:51 GMT -5
Silas shook his head at her, both in amazement and to clear the remaining vestiges of her dazing song from his mind. She was really too amusing for him to handle. A born man-handler, and with the confidence and cunning that went along with it. She would be very interesting. "Now, now, I'm not after anything so menial as sex, beautiful lady. Thats more of a dessert then main course for me, if you pardon the horrible comparison." He gave her another tip of his hat, canine ears splaying out wide to the side. "For now I offer a truce to all this; I'm not planning on wasting my vacation keeping you undercontrol with all my little tricks; and i'm sure you have better things to get too." He stepped back from her, and with a single fluid movement, had removed the chain from her neck. Another snap of his wrist brought the steel links safely back in the confines of his coat. He nodded to her again, holding out his hands in a gesture of peace. "Now while you may not be particularly interesed in yet another common werewolf, I am having a marvoulous time with you. If it would please you, I can offer you much a more comfortable and luxurious setting to hold a discussion." With that he took ff back down the beach for his home, not bothering to look back at her. She would come, or she wouldn't; it was her choice. "And don't try anything with that astounding voice of yours unless its to talk or scream, please." He called over his shoulder to her, and with the telekenetic bond he had forged with his chains all those years ago, caused the single link he had left between her mavelous breasts to warm slightly. "I don't want to mark those if i don't have to."
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Post by Lyrah on Dec 5, 2007 16:54:47 GMT -5
It would hardly be a waste of any amount of time if anyone could control Lyrah. But no one could do that. Though she was relieved that now the links were off her neck. She could have ripped the chains from him, but Lyrah didn't want to accidentaly kill him or risk her voice. And oh yes, she was quite interested in the werewolf. She remembered a short while back and her 'encounters' with another werewolf. That had been a most pleasant job. A satisfied smile on her face, Lyrah watched him walk off. It was a strange sight, a werewolf with a coat on. The metal band heated up pleasantly, and she reached down and plucked it out, holding it between two fingers much like she had the golden flower. Yes, though he might say otherwise, he was interested in more that information. So Lyrah followed him, easily keeping pace on her bare feet. Coming up behind him, she said in a low silky voice, "Sorry, Silas, but sirens promise nothing. And I only scream to kill." This would prove to be a most interesting night, of that Lyrah was sure.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Dec 6, 2007 22:04:46 GMT -5
"Welcome to my current residency." Silas said, grandly, letting Lyrah in through the tiny beach houses front door. "Please make yourself as comfortable as you can however you can; I know its not the Taj Mahal, but it's cozy at least." Silas breathed a bit easier when he was back in his house. That Lyrah really was something else, and it disturbed him how easily she had invaded his mind. He enjoyed women as much as the next man, but he'd always prided himself on being somewhat in control of his baser urges. That had changed a bit when he was turned into his present self, but always, always he had been in control. He guessed that must have been why he was so interested in her. Not only was she an immortal, and a vast well spring of mystical information and knowledge, but he'd never known someone so seductive existed. Maybe now that he had the home court advantage as it were, he'd be more alert. It was both a scary thought, and a tempting one. The information he could glean from her would surly feed his growing appetite for knowledge; his one and only true passion. That, and proving that his information could be put to practical and effective use in the garnering of power. He settled down, reverting back to his human self and removing his coat. His chains glittered in the light of his candle-lit den, encasing him in a veritable suit of steel. He pulled a bottle of wine from his cupboard, and setting two glasses aside, bade her to come joing him. "I hope you don't mind 1873 Richeabald Ivy Chianti..."
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Post by Lyrah on Dec 10, 2007 12:34:15 GMT -5
Following Silas, Lyrah went through the door and gazed around, her blue eyes scrutinizing everything. It was not a lavish place, though it was, as he said, 'cozy'. The small space was somewhat dulled with the appearance of Lyrah, as if all color and light and beauty was dimmed by her own perfection. A strange effect, and one rarely seen. Her bare feet silently tread on the floor as she walked over to the now-human Silas. Or at least human looking. She knew now that he was a lycan, and an unusual one at that. The glistening chains testified to that. She wondered if he ever took them off. He probably had to for showers and sleeping. They didn't look overly comfortable. Though he had more than likely adjusted to them and now felt strange without them. Lyrah couldn't exactly sympathise with that feeling, for her weapons could not be removed, and she had no desire to. Crossing to him, she smiled softly, fully, and said, "No, not at all. Wine is the drink of gods; I have not had any that is adequate in a few years. Humans these days have lost the art. Of course, once you have tasted the fresh ground springs of Dionysus, one can never really taste wine the same way again." It was a sensation comparable to the experience of one hearing only a child playing the piano for years on end and thinking it beautiful. Upon hearing a full symphony, the error-filled notes lose their appeal. It was the way of life, to change and grow.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Dec 30, 2007 0:12:11 GMT -5
Silas nodded to her, face alining into a sly smile. He lifted her glass to her. "I can't help but feel somewhat disappointed. My company must seem rather paltry compared to that of such gods." He didn't mean it as an insult to himself, but the prospect of having met such supernatural beings set his mind on edge. He noticed her eying his chains again, and it made him chuckle over his glass. "By now you've guessed at the use of these." He lifted a single link, letting the light play off it before setting it back into the mass around his chest. "These are nothing more then a little something I picked up in my serch for more and more mysteries to be solved. For at heart thats what I am: A curious individual seeking new challenges and ways to prove my superiority. I'm not arrogant or prideful of it, just knowladgeable in the serch of what I want." He knew he sounded rather eliptical. BUt he guessed it was appropriate now. He looked at her, lounging in the chair, seductive and powerful all at once, and it made him sigh in wonder. A marvolously beautiful creature, she was indeed. "So tell me, Lyrah, if it isn't too much to ask, tell me about these gods. Anything you wish to tell me I will hapily listen to..."
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Post by Lyrah on Jan 1, 2008 15:22:36 GMT -5
"Of course your company is paltry; after all, it is the gods we are talking about," Lyrah replied. It was not said to spite him, but just a stating of a fact. Any non-deity was a poor shadow of the magnificence of the gods. "Then you and I are not so different after all," Lyrah said after he had finished his self-explanation. "I, too, love knowledge, love to explore and discover. Over the years, one realizes that men are ultimately the same; some fatter, some lazier, but all still men with the same capabilities and base urges. Leaves one feeling hollow, really, without some other purpose. So I travel. Which is what brought me here." After a long flight over the ocean, it was rather nice to rest in real furniture. Tipping the clear glass to her full lips, Lyrah took a sip. As suspected, it was nowhere near as good as the wine of Bacchae, but it would do. "Well, Silas," she continued with a cunning smile, "it would be better if you asked something. I would not want to bore you with information you already know."
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Feb 28, 2008 21:43:15 GMT -5
Silas sat back, sipping his wine slowly, thinking. He didn't want to dull his mind around this woman with alcohol just yet; as amusing as the idea of being at her mercy sounded. But what to do now? It had been a long time since the information he wanted to sate his curiocity had to be garned peaceablly. She was high born creature, far outsripping him in formal etiquette and stature, so he knew that for all his cleverness, he was sorely matched. The thought made him smile. He looked her over again, being struck once more by her radiant beauty and aura of powerful temptation that she so easily embodied. There really weren't that many good english words to discribe her, and he found that realization marvelously funny. His eyes trailed over her body, drinking in the sight of her for a moment or two; as long as he thought he could get away with and retain some semblence of sanity. He was a werewolf after all, and urges had more weight. If she played to them, as he knew she so easily and skillfully could, it would be difficult to resist. Another thought that made him smile. He laguished on a good question, with so many just waiting to be asked it was hard to choose. Best not to keep the lady waiting to long, else she might change her mind about the pitch of her voice, and he had enough of that for now. "Just what do you hope to gain from this life now? Surly your times were better suited for you, and dealing with lowly werewolves on foriegn beaches at night is hardly something I see you doing every night. What I am most curious about is just what a wonderful woman like yourself could be doing to entertain herself in this day and age."
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